Book

 1     I|      raised oft in disordered sort,~Your disobedience and ill
 2    II|      will enchant in wondrous sort,~That while the image in
 3    IV|       fairness out in bravest sort,~Her lips, where blooms
 4    IV|     yea nor nay;~But like the sort of weary huntsmen fare,~
 5     V|    Her words in such alluring sort she framed,~Her looks enticing,
 6     V|     still, in this disordered sort,~Nor could Godfredo's bridle
 7     V|    shade and sleep,~In secret sort then each forsook his tent,~
 8    VI|    not her will deny,~In what sort else could I beguile the
 9  VIII|    had this town, and in what sort,~And how you prayed him
10  VIII|     flocks and herds of every sort and kind.~And corn, although
11    XI|       he, and in such hellish sort~Increased the fury in the
12   XII|     long unknown in desperate sort~She fights, and falls through
13  XIII|       engines strong of every sort; --~What mortal wight durst
14   XIV|    came, and parleyed in this sort:~ ~ XXX~"Sir knights," quoth
15 XVIII|     rejoiced, deluded in that sort,~To see them bent against
16 XVIII| thought,~If mongst the common sort his pains he spent;~Renown
17 XVIII|      crowned stands in kingly sort,~Is Bishop Ademare, a blessed
18   XIX|     arrived where in warklike sort~The men that ample church
19    XX|  their legs and feet in hasty sort,~Yet feel their limbs far